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agneswaterfall
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Our first apartment in the city, your hands on my bare thighs on the balcony, the breeze between my legs

we love what vanishes

Our first apartment in the city, your hands on my bare thighs

on the balcony, the breeze between my legs

consumed by life's simple pleasures, the taste of peaches on each others lips

soft sounds of our records looping

too mesmerised by each other to leave the sheets

returning to that balcony, only to make love and drink bitter coffee

years later, after what we had fell apart

these moments in my mind

continue to be my salvation

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